Tell them you are the walking war,
Show them the mountains you carry on your shoulders,
How your ribcage is forged in volcanoes,
And how you make the avalanches bow to you.
Let them know girls aren’t always soft and kind,
That their strength isn’t only in being gentle.
Now they stand up and roar,
And if you touch them without their consent,
They will claw their poisonous nails ,
In your spineless body and chew away your worthless soul.
So fear their footsteps when they approach.
As we are the daughters that make our destiny,
We are flawless and fearless,
Resilience running through our veins,
Born to reign.